I haven't posted in over a year. That's so sad. SO much has happened since then! And one of those things is that Miss Mullins won Teacher of the Year!!! Congrats Miss Mullins!
Shoot, so Terra's in 1st grade now, with Mrs. Sebero. The rest of Kindy was a breeze, mostly. Had anissue (caused by a combination of Terra's sensitive personality and a not-all-that-sensitive Teacher Assistant. Actually - she HATED school the entire second half of Kindy. She cried almost every evening, begged me not to make her go back the next day, and cried just about every morning t the bus stop.
Despite that, she flourished academically. She's such a smart kid, and I still struggle with the dilemma of letting her run free to meet her own abilities, and tempering that in order to keep her from getting too far ahead and becoming bored and troublesome.
Anyway, she blew Kindy out of the water, played away her summer, and started 1st grade with a new teacher - Mrs. Sebero. We've gotten her 1st (exemplary) report card, had her first conference (full ofrave reviews from the new teacher) and she even won a Terrific Kid Award last month.
Today, she's on her way to the Pumpkin Patch again. She isn't as excited this year - wanted her father and I to go with her!
So she's currently reading on a level 14, and is pretty much insatiable when it comes to books. She's following in the Family Tradition of being less 'fluent' in Math. She just doesn't love it, but she works hard and does well despite the family curse.
She also has a new best friend. A little girl named Sheila who moved in 3 doors down. They're exactly alike - perpetually messy haired, hyper, happy, and in charge of the Universe. There are, of course, clashes, when they disagree, since they're both such tiny forces of nature - but if the child's mother would back off and let them sort things out, they'd be fine. Unfortunately, she, almost daily, tells them they can't play together anymore because they fight too much. Of course, Sheila is so... um... what's the word? Strong-willed! She's so strong willed that, before the day is over, she's convinced her mom to change her mind,and we wash, rinse, and repeat, ad nauseum.
Anyway, the little darling left a path of destruction in her wake when she left this morning, so I'm going to go dig the house from beneath the rubble left behind by the whirlwind that is my beautiful, brilliant and amazing baby girl - have a beautiful day!